They’re alright.
I mean, not many teams play two grand finals in a year and don’t win either, so there’s those lulz.
I also admire their community work, giving down on their luck, wrong place /wrong time, “it wasn’t really rape cos she was too drunk to say no” types a second chance. And third chance. Really speaks to their character.
Then there’s the photos of nick Riewoldt with his DONGA in some kind of tube, taken by one of his teammates and kept on a computer in a folder with dozens of similar images. That’s some weird freakin spank bank, but boys will be boys I guess. So what if they take photos of each other’s ■■■■■ and share them around. Team bonding. Im sure most clubs have a folder full of prongshots that the players have taken of each other.
They set fire to a dwarf.
Then they refused to reimburse him for his clothes. In writing. Now that’s commercial acumen, my friends. Wise to not fritter away all the profits from DVD sales of “The Streak”.
Molly Meldrum is their most famous supporter. No doubt he has access to the cocksnap folder. “Wake up Jeff!”
The last and only time they won a flag was the same year Australia adopted decimal currency (nobody ■■■■■■■ remembers that either) and in the only photos of st kilda players with the premiership cup they are wearing Collingwood jumpers.
They were founded in 1873 (144 years ago). If these trends continue, (that is to say, winning a premiership in 0.7% of all seasons on which they participate) then St Kilda will have won as many premierships as Essendon in the year 4177. Provided of course that we don’t win another one for the next 2,160 years.
I’m not going to joke about the schoolgirl stuff, but yeah. That was St Kilda.
I love 'em.